It has been a unusual December so far. There has been a lot going on, but not the normal going on. More exhausting goings on, actually. Cripes. I'm going to pony up some random for you, though.
-> I just bought my children and random assorted others light sabers. Because nothing says, "Merry Christmas" like arming the minions.
-> Our pool deck is finished (mostly). Finally. In December. I spent a month with a huge mud pit behind my house, constantly yelling "Take off your muddy shoes the second you step through that door! No, don't splash in the puddles." It was not fun. I refused to clean my kitchen floors until it was over. All I have to say is that everyone I know is invited to swim in that damn pool. Spend all day there if you want. Wear you Speedo, what do I care? Hell, if I put the cabana bar out, I might let people move in. It had better get a lot of use...
-> I started a new project at work that is keeping me busy (mostly because I don't know what I'm doing and have to figure it out...) I still do all my old work, but now I get to do this new stuff, too. It's keeps it exciting. Kind of like those days when you wear all black and put on red panties.
-> One of these days someone is going to make a weight comment to me, and I'm going to answer in kind. Because it is the holiday season, and there are cookies and cakes everywhere, I partake. And people love to point out that I can afford it. I thought weight was a taboo subject. So, why don't we just all avoid it and stop pissing those of us trying to gain some off, huh? And give me that cookie, damn it. I need it more than you do.
If our library served dinner, we'd go every night.
-> The boys have reached new peaks of antagonizing each other.
MB: What flavor milk do you boys want with lunch?
LG: Strawberry.
Little O: Chocolate.
LG: No! Strawberry! I want Strawberry!
Little O: Chocolate. I gets Chocolate. (insert foot stomp and ferocious face, with arms crossed)
LG (now on floor, writhing in agony): Nooooooo! Strawberry!
MB: STOP.THE.YELLING. You can have different milk. It's not a big deal. Stop fighting!
LG: Noooooo!
And yet, the other morning, little o woke up first. I sent him in to get LG. He climbs onto LGs bed, LG grabs him by the neck, rolls onto his stomach with little o underneath him and proceeds to snuggle o. Like he was a stuffed animal. Little o didn't mind. I give up. I just don't get it.
Ok, I'm done. I need to go read stuff. And get my learn on.

